When Veelk told her to leave, Atissa froze, unable to even nod. Even though until recently she had lived a sheltered life, it didn’t take much to recognize a battle of magic—and one fought to death not to simply prove superiority over the opponent. It wasn’t a place for someone like her, magicless and helpless. At best, she would be a distraction; at worst, she could be the reason Veelk failed. Yet she couldn’t leave. Two Tivarashan women stood in their circles, calling upon immense powers Atissa had never bothered herself with, focused on the more political side of life in the Towers.
One of the women commanded ethereal apparitions, and the other one… Atissa had seen her only once, and even back then, imprisoned in the stone, Kamira had all her composure and confidence about her. This ti
